CHAPTER 31: THE DAWN BEYOND THE PROPHECY Morning came slowly to Nocturne Haven, as if even the sun itself was uncertain whether it was welcome after a night that had rewritten the balance of the world. Pale golden light spilled across the damaged city, touching shattered rooftops, broken streets, and buildings still scarred by the battle beneath the sanctum. Yet despite the destruction, the city lived. Wolves moved through the streets helping the injured, clearing debris, rebuilding walls that had collapsed during the chaos. There was fear in the air, confusion too, but there was something else beneath it now, something fragile and unfamiliar. Hope. Luna Hayes stood on the balcony of the old Blackwood estate overlooking the waking city, her black hair shifting gently in the cool morning

